Project Resonance Log One

“Da…Da…”
 
The muttering of the child had rung through my ears so clearly, but my mind could hardly believe it. The fact that the young babe in my arms had called me its father. The fact that the most beautiful woman in the world was laying in a hospital bed next to me, her smile beaming with pride at our shared accomplishment. (She had certainly done most of the heavy lifting, mind you, and to say otherwise would be a disservice to her efforts.) The fact that I was indeed a father, a Jester who had only possessed bitter feelings towards conceiving a child no more than five years ago, had found himself holding an infant he could call his own in his arms. A child him and the Artifex had shared together as a sign of the union that had birthed countless worlds and civilizations across the Omniverse. A union that had been tested on several occasions, the most outstanding being the loss of our first-born. I wish I could tell you that this had been the first time me and Emily had tried to conceive. That everything had gone smoothly and we were celebrating the birth of our first-born like any other new parent, but even in the Imaginary Plane, as we had come to call it, there was still a deep-rooted sadness in the midst of it all. A sadness that, despite our newfound standing, was still present within the genetic code we had been founded upon within Negative One, or the First Earth. A sadness that led to the death of our first child when she was only a few hours old. That loss had crushed us internally, and had even gone so far as to damage our sacred relationship. Emily took a month to herself to let her heart recover whilst I stayed in the Crystal Palace, contemplating with the Seraphim about where I had gone wrong time and time again despite the fact they insisted that there was nothing to place the blame upon other than the flaws from which our humanity had originated. I couldn't take that as an answer. It felt like a copout. A concession for a problem that could have been avoided. Even as I held our rainbow baby, our Iris within my arms, the ghost of our guardian angel, Capataza, continues to haunt me. She haunts my dreams, she haunts my nightmares. Even in the waking world, if I look far enough into the corner of my eye, I can see her there, staring at me, her face and frame as if she was about a teenager. Perhaps she was pestering me from beyond the bounds of space-time, from the comfort of a timeline in which she had survived her birth. A timeline where Iris’ missing sister was just as excited about her arrival as her parents were. Perhaps the very reason for her pestering was because she was a sign of what could have been. A sign of what could still be if I had exerted enough effort, and it is in pursuit of this effort that I shall officially begin Project Resonance.
 
It pains me to use Iris like this, but with her possession of the blood of a Creator like myself and of a Creation like her mother, she is the most suitable candidate for interfacing with the fabrics of space-time in a way that our Negative One origins prevent us from doing without assistance from mundane tools or deities. Since she resides within the Imaginary Plane, her existence is not hard-encoded with the rules that keep us bound to a closed-minded Reality like ours does.